Hoosier Poet

Tuesday, September 22, 2026

Goals

Five gripping one tight,

Sparking realization

I have shit to do.

Happy Birthday

Welcome to the world
new youngest of the Heath line,
I pray you be blessed!

A First

I must try to sleep

Within the empty darkness

and pray all turns well.

Shock

Rolled up the park,
And there was nobody there!
It must be the heat...

Wiggle

Small red and yellow
Crawling across black rubber
I try to move him.

Crazy till I open my door

Guns it. Cuts me off.
Almost crash. He flips me off.
Red light, he talks tough.

Saturnists